I’m roaming like a tormented shadow
Under the gray covered corridor,
I reflect upon myself and I am nothing…
I’m like my coal boat
That has reached port
and it lives tied to the bank.
I, too, tied to my past,
am a boat that is anchored
And I feel in my flesh its moorings,
As hooks… like claws…
I cry for days that will never return…
I dream about kisses that I will never have.
I am like my coal boat
that’s been left on the bank,
it doesn’t sail anymore!

Those kisses that I’ve lost
when I realized she didn’t love me
they were storms of pain
full of horror:
Today I’m nothing!
I only know that I suffered
that I fell and that I rolled
into the abyss of a failure.
I only know that your farewell
It is the mockery of the pain,
that’s with me step by step!.
Now that I know that you won’t come.
I roam aimless by the covered corridor.
I look for courage… to leave…
to get away
and thus forgetting my obsession
far away from you… to be able to die…

But I live tied to my past
Your memory chains me
I am a boat that’s anchored.
I know that only with death
my bitterness will end
my bad luck will change.
I roam with the appalling gloom
of a gray and cold night …
And I feel in my flesh its moorings
Like hooks … like claws …
Nothing comforts me in this cruel desolation …
Alone, I’m marching with my poor heart …
I’m like my boat coal
That has been on the bank
It doesn’t sail anymore!